A child. . .

Children?

They were precious, like glinting crystals and freshly fallen snow.

And just like how in any children's book,

A tragedy broke them apart.

Allen woke up and even though he had just been conscious, his mind was already racing, clear, as if he had been doing maths problem instead of sleeping beforehand. The ceiling greeted him with all it's whiteness, looming ignominious above him like a grey cloud, rolling underneath the surface. It dripped down thickly at the side of the wall.

Allen closed his eyes, afraid that is he opened any longer, it would fall on him. And slowly, he waited until his mind died out, the throbbing that makes everything spin to come at a stop. And yet, he couldn' t fell back sleep, far from tired.

Sighing, he turned to the side and came face to face with his older twin. Neah was asleep, soft breathing and the silent flutter of his eyes, it was quite obvious so. So now, wide awake and while his only companion was currently sleeping, he did the only thing he can.

Allen turned 180 degrees to his right, and with grace and agility of a child, he slid from his bed. The floor conspiracied over him and just for a moment, it seemed to go back before going to it's usual place. He placed his foot after the other carefully, as the floor is spinning and bubbling like boiling water, it was like walking on lava. And quitely, he tip toed (in this case) making sure not to make much noise as he exited the room.

His midnight adventure had been pretty fun, with dark and empty hallways, the silent scrapping of house parasites and of course the inviting, empty rooms.

The house already stopped rocking the moment there was a chilling scrape from behind. It seems, not only he was that one afraid.

But he'd expected this much from his home, but honestly it needed a bit more flare to make it scarier. Maybe like. . .Mana over there for instance, his golden eyes visibly glowing even from the other end of the hallway as he entered the living room. His feet making damp suction noises against the marble floor as if he'd come back from a swamp.

It looks like he wasn't the only one who went for a midnight adventure!

Upon seeing the figure of his youngest sibling, Mana stopped in his track. And instead, choose to stare at Allen, eyes widen in surprise as if he was currently disbelieving what he was seeing. As if Allen was the one who just came back home at 2 in the morning. "Why aren't you in bed?" Mana ask, though if he was angry Allen didn't know, maybe he was just curious.

And no, Allen was not surprised.

"Ummm. . .uh I. . .ah can't sleep!" Allen answered hesitantly. Shifting his feet as he starred at the ground, more like glaring. Still upset that it conspired over him earlier.

Hearing that, Mana simply sigh, walking towards Allen and taking him by his hands where he lead them to the kitchen. Upon arriving, he raised Allen up and put him in the kitchen counter so at least, they were almost the same height. Allen was way up now, his feet dangling in the air.

And Allen finally glanced up, his feet no longer seem to interest him. Instead, he focussed on Mana, still taller than him even though he was way up. Mana was worried, Allen could tell by how his eyebrows were scrunched together and how his eyes hold so much emotion that he could not compare.

His not-so-much-working mind seem to ignore that fact that Mana's pants was wet, the thought of him coming back from a swamp was closer to reality than he thinks.

But the problem was, this town have no swamps, no lake but there is a swimming pool. Unless Mana decided to have a midnight swim and Allen doubt it would open at this hour.

So rain, it was starting to rain heavily when he first slept. . .actually why he didn't think of that sooner rather than the swamp and pool.

"You can't sleep?" Mana ask, and he couldn't help himself but worry. If Allen had insomnia at such a young age. . .

Allen bit his lower lips and he glanced down to ignore Mana's stare, cheek tinted with a pink hue though thanks to the shadow that was casted over his face, was unseenable. He starred at his feet, it suddenly look so interesting but knowing Mana, he won't stop until he gets the answer.

"Nightmares. . ." Allen mumbled just above a whisper, barely audible enough to be heard. Wether it was a dream or a nightmare, he didn't know. It had been a long time since he was able to discern between those two. Either way, it was simply a product of his mind.

But is he were to comment, rather than a nightmare, it was simply a story that took a bad end.

A tragedy.

"Oh," Mana said in surprise, but still couldn't help but smile.

He remember back in his sweet younger years, where the three of them could fit together into a single bed. And almost every night, one of them would always get a nightmare. Him being the oldest, would always calm them down.

He too also got nightmares back then. . .But when did it stop?. . .And why again. . .did he went outsid-

"Mana!" Allen called, pulling Mana from his trance, his silver eyes wide in desperation and horror. "I'm scared of the nightmares Mana" He said solemnly.

The said teenager cleared away his previous thought, letting his full attention on Allen. "Why not tell me what's your nightmares about? I'll listen to them," It was like the repeating of time, he could not help himself but yearn.

Allen was silent, thinking wether he should or should not discuss it with Mana. A part of him answered yes, wanting to lift some of the burden of his chest while the other answered no, simply embarrassed about the nightmare. He was a twelve year old, of a male species at that. He should man up. . .

But this has been going for far too long.

"The nightmares. . ." Allen begins, choosing the next words carefully. Afraid that if he chooses wrong it would convey the wrong message then he intended.

"Was always about the same thing,"

The older teenager smiled gently, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the other white locks. It's been a long time since he did this, time had passed and he'd gotten older and so did them. They became so independent, his little brothers are, it broke his heart.

A soft smile burrowed onto his mouth seeing as Allen was scared, he could tell by the way his eyes seemed to quiver ever so slightly and how his mouth was twitching, sometimes up and sometimes down. And how his voice wavered, as if he would start crying at any second.

Either way, this was the side of them that he miss.

"Please tell," Mana said, taking a seat at the opposite of Allen. So that they were close enough but still far enough to breathe. He clutched Allen's left hand in reassurance. Such a small and delicate hand, it was like holding a glass.

With too much pressure it will shatter.

"A child," Allen begins, as if he was beginning a horror story instead of a twisted dream. But really, how much difference are there?

"It always started with a child. . ."

Allen clutched Mana's hand tightly, as if he was afraid to let go. Allen is afraid, Mana could tell. Such a scarce emotion, he would drink it.

But. . .Allen was starring at him with eyes wide of horror, as if he was not afraid of the dream but of him. Mana gripped the child's hand gently, holding it as if he was holding a shard of glass.

Delicate and easy to break under pressure.

Yet strong enough to injure.

"And ended with winds. . ." The words left Allen mouth, spoken so swiftly, so lightly.

Like a feather.

A gentle smile danced on his lips as he starred at the sleeping child. . .or children in that matter. And quitely, he closed the door, making sure It would not make any noise that can cause any of them to be awake. He didn't know what to do if either one of them suddenly woke, it would surely be a catastrophe.

Even more so if it Neah was the one who woke.

Smilling fondly as he walked to his room, Mana took account at what Allen had told him earlier. The poor child fell unconscious as soon as the last words left his mouth, luckily he had been there to catch him. Clearly Allen was forcing himself to be awake, but he didn't look so tired at the beginning.

And there was something that was getting under his skin, the reoccurring dreams that Allen seems to have. . .was the same one he used to have back then.

When they were small enough to fit in the same bed, when he was the one who calmed them down if one of them for a nightmare.

It was the same, though slightly changed details.

He couldn't help but feel worried though, maybe Allen should go see a therapist? Wait - No, he would not allow that.

Allen trusted him and he should live on to that faith.

He was sure Allen would be fine as he gets older, although it was a pain to see him mature as he age. But with time, he would outgrow his nightmares until it was only a faint memories.

Mana doubted that.

And with a tired sigh, he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door to his room. Trying to catch up to his sleep that he had left.

So I just finished my exam today. . .And now, I give you this piece of. . .of writing. Sorry if I made any mistakes, cause you know, English is no first language of mine.

Oh, one more thing, would you guys agree if I make OCD!Tyki cause you know. Tyki. Review if you agree or not, I would just make it the same old, creepy Tyki and it never gets old.

With outmost love,

Mana